Balls and Brains are not Co-Located

Deciding to brave the elements after an extended exchange with Mrs. Chum Bucket concerning the wisdom of YHC’s decision, YHC arrived at the AO last Saturday for GridIron.  En route, the roads were mostly empty as snow continued to fall.  YHC arrived to, not unexpectedly, find no other takers for the morning’s workout.

The show did go on and it went down like so:  Initial COP with SSHs, Hillbillies, Don Quixotes, Imperial Walkers, and Arm Circles.  Trudged to the road on the opposite side of the pretty, but snow-laded football field for The Beast (paralleling the field itself) with Burpees, LBCs, Carolina Dry Docks, Mountain Climbers, Flutter Kicks, and Wide Grip Carolina Dry Docks.  Using, effectively, the same cleared path, followed with Black Jack – started at one end of the path with 20 Merkins and 1 LBC and continued back and forth until completion of 1 Merkin and 20 LBCs.  Staggered back around the field to the picnic pavilion for Squats and Dips.  Done.  The COT was completed silently.

No doubt that while the conditions were challenging, the morning was beautiful without interruption, despite the periodic spitting and snot-rocketing of YHC.  An advantage of an absolute you-against-you morning is that the SSHs could be interrupted so the Q could complete a couple of text messages – one to Johnsonville and one to Mrs. Chum Bucket, both indicating successful arrival.